death comes.
sometimes with a
sickle
sometimes with a
hammer
sometimes with a
clamp for the
heart.
or maybe death is a
season of our
lives.
we do not know.
we do not know
if death is our friend.
we do not know
if death is a prayer
or a cloud or a
symphony of
angels.
after all this human time,
we still do not know.
death simply comes
with a sack of
daylight or of
dark.
& when death comes
for you or for your
lover or for your
dad
take heart in
thoughts of
loving
kindness
for death is a yearning
river &
forever is a
sparkling
sea.